I went to a psychic once who told me to remember to accept the love my cats give me. I try to. When I’m about to lose it, or am losing it, I try to recognize how they have opened their trusting little hearts to me. Of course, because they are felines and, by nature, perverse, they tend to want to be alone when I want to snuggle. Though old Joe always comes when I call him, sometimes I can tell he’d prefer to be asleep on my bed than cuddling with me …